(Weird as the wail of a wraith, to me).
Soft as the light dew
Falling the night through.
Faint as a sea-shell’s lullaby.
Moonlight around—mist, mist on the water—
Mist—’tis the drapery of Death on the deep.
White-robed we come—babe, mother and maiden—
Priest—warrior—pity us, sweet sea, and keep—
Dear Sea that has nursed us, in thee let us sleep.
Into the sea, the soothing sea.